Page 8 of Trick or Treat

“I thought you were on the pill. I mean, we only had unprotected sex that one time.” They’d been so excited the first time they did it, they’d gotten carried away and forgotten the condom. Once they realized the mistake, she was quick to assure him that she was on birth control. He’d been so pissed at himself for forgetting. He never forgot to wear a condom. If it hadn’t been so long since he’d fucked a woman, he might have been thinking more clearly. As it was, as soon as they hit his room, they stripped out of their clothes in record time, fell to the bed and she’d climbed on. She’d ridden him hard, bringing herself to orgasm surprisingly fast. After that there was no stopping his own orgasm. The next time they fucked and every time after that, he’d been sure to wear a condom. Apparently, the one time without one was enough to change both their lives forever.

“I was at the time,” she reminded him a little defensively. “The doctor says it was too low a dose and that’s how I got pregnant.” At Trick’s silence, she went on. “I’m sorry. I never meant to get pregnant. Having a baby at nineteen never crossed my mind.”

“At the risk of sounding like a real bastard, I have to ask, are you sure it’s mine?” The sound of Michelle breaking down on the other end of the phone made him feel like a real prick. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I had to ask. We only spent eight days together and only fucked once without a condom.” He closed his eyes tight and leaned his head back against the rough bark of the tree.

“I knew you would think I slept around,” she wailed. “I hadn’t been with anyone in over a year. You were only the second person I ever had sex with, asshole.”

“Michelle, calm down. It’ll be all right.” It was so hard to try and calm her down and reassure her that everything was going to be all right when he was close to losing his shit, too.

“How can you say that? Nothing’s all right. I’m nineteen and pregnant and my parents just kicked me out of the house. How is anything ever going to be all right?”

Fuuuuck. The hits just kept coming. “They kicked you out? Where are you staying?” Please God don’t say on the street or in her car.

“My sister is letting me stay here for a little while. It’s only a one-bedroom apartment and she says I have to be out of here before the baby comes.”

Trick banged his head against the tree. How was he supposed to sort things out when he was thousands of miles away? How was he supposed to reassure her that things would work out when he absolutely had no idea if they really would?

“Maybe I shouldn’t even have the baby?” Michelle whispered.

“No. Do not get rid of my baby. I want this baby no matter how it happened to come along. If you don’t want to be a mom, please just have the baby and give it to me. I’ll raise the baby.”

“I don’t really want to get rid of it. I’m just scared and lost and…scared.” She was sniffling again.

He had to do something, say something to convince her to have the baby. Before he could second-guess himself, he blurted, “Marry me.”

“What?”

“Marry me. Yeah. We’ll get married when I get back. I’ll be done in four months and we can do it then. We’ll go to the courthouse.” Part of him wished she would say no, but the other part knew it was the right thing to do. The responsible thing. He’d fucked up by not pushing her off and rolling on a condom. He was older, supposedly wiser. Logically, getting married made sense. Emotionally, he was fighting not to throw up. At her continued silence, he asked, “What do you say? Will you marry me?”

“Okay.” She hiccupped and sniffled some more. At least she wasn’t sobbing anymore.

“Okay.”

Four months later, Trick was officially out of the Marines and back in Redemption. Two days later he was married to Michelle at the courthouse with her sister and his mom, dad, brother and Jackson in attendance.

Four months after that, his son Keegan was born. Michelle had been overjoyed and he couldn’t have been happier. He got his family. Even if it wasn’t the way he thought he’d get it, he was happy just the same.

The first year they were together, things were tough, but they managed. They’d had lots of crazy sex and he loved watching his son grow up. Somewhere along the line he’d fallen in love with her and thought she felt the same way.

It was toward the end of their first year that things started to crumble. Jackson had finally convinced him to start prospecting for the Sons of Redemption MC and Michelle was not happy. She was constantly complaining about how much time he spent away from her and their son. She hated that he was never home.

She also complained when Jackson and his friends from the SORMC came to their house. He thought by having them hang out at their house, she’d like it better knowing where he was at. That backfired when some of the brothers started talking about all the tail they had been getting from the sweet butts that hung out around the club. No matter how much he tried to reassure her that he wasn’t fucking other women when he was at the club, she didn’t believe him. They fought constantly. It got so bad, he finally divorced her after three years of marriage. He hated to call it quits but he was slowly losing his mind around her.

Two years later, in a weak moment, he’d been drunk off his ass when he ran into her at a bar. They’d run into each other in the hallway leading to the bathrooms. To this day he still wasn’t sure how it happened, but they ended up in the storage room fucking up against a rack of cleaning supplies. Nine months later, Reagan was born. Michelle already thought he was a bastard, so he didn’t feel the least bit bad about ordering a paternity test. The results came back that he was the father.

He rubbed his hands down his face and sighed. He and Michelle might not be able to stand the sight of each other, but he had to admit, they made beautiful babies.

2

Trick was halfway to feeling good right about now. He’d dropped his kids off at his brother, Owen’s, house where he knew they’d be safe and sound for the night. He’d come to the clubhouse to find a wet, willing distraction to take his mind off his troubles and worries. He spotted a couple that had sparked his interest but he hadn’t sought either one out yet.

Across the room he spotted Cami. She owned her own financial planning company and was really good at it. Unfortunately, it caused her a lot of stress. In order to let off steam, she liked to hang with the club. And in hanging with the club, she’d gotten to know all the brothers and had fucked several of them. Trick knew that most people might call her a slut and they would be wrong. She wasn’t. She was just extremely confident in her sexuality and did whatever or whoever made her happy. Hell, he had fucked Cami several times himself. She was a really easy person to like.

Oh, look. It appeared Cami brought a sexy little auburn-haired woman with her.

“How’s it goin’?” Jackson sidled up next to him at the bar, a long neck in his hand and a huge ass smile on his face.

“It’s goin’.”

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